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Winner gets 20$ worth of Juice on their entry. Pick an emotion and convey it. Whether it be sadness, anger, happiness, or anything else; write to make your reader feel and feel deeply. Side Note: Each and every entry will get a personal comment from me, as well as a like and repost.
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MayaSkye

Grief

Time stole the memories from his head

Like ripe plums, one by one they were plucked away

Until he was a no longer complete

A nameless man with two options

Surrender or fight

And so he fought.

He rebelled against the absolute

It’s funny how power can be found in the places you least expect it

A frail old man waging a war

Everyday into the unknown

He didn’t believe in god anymore

Because what kind of god would allow this suffering

What kind of god would allow a monster into his skull

To gnaw at his cerebral

What god?!

And yet he prayed every night

He was angry

No

Frustrated

More then that sad

Confused?

Was there a difference between being determined or just desperate?

He struggled, scuffled, and fought

He fought because he was alive

But all battles end

And not everyone wins

He finally pegged down the emotion he hadn't been able to quite figure out

Loneliness

He was lonely

In his life (not that he remembered but) he had been an artist, a writer

And so when the end of the world came

He tore it down and wrote his own ending

He gave one last battle cry

but there was no one there to hear

At home alone sat an estranged son

He hadn’t heard from his father in years

Hadn’t thought of him in a long time

So to hear about his father’s passing basically in the form of a funeral invite…

Well he felt so much and nothing all at once

Anger

No

Frustration

More than that sadness

Confusion?

Was there a difference between determination or just desperation.

Along with the invitation came a letter

This bastard waited until he was dead to…

To what?

Apologize?

Make sure he got the final word?

He didn’t know

And he didn’t want to know

So the letter sat for years

Collecting dust

Unopened

But he could never quite throw it away

It was only when the son had grey hair

In a hospital bed that he finally found he was ready to see what his father had to say

He’d lost his wife a few years ago and the kids only really visited at Christmas time

His father had been about this age when he passed.

He finally pegged down the emotion he couldn’t quite figure out all those years ago

Loneliness

He was lonely

Opening the envelope the now elderly man read the messy writing

It was short but it was enough

The son read it again and again

Until he couldn’t see through the blur or tears

“Jason, I don’t know much of anything now a days.

In fact I remember only one thing.

Your name

I don’t know who you are

But I know I love you”

And so he did the only thing he could

He cried out

But there was no one there to hear